Something's Growing Stronger (Dean WinchesterXReader) #Wattys2016

Cuddles

Dean was sick. You had told him to not go have that snowball fight outside with no jacket on, but he's Dean. Dean doesn't listen all the time. So, he was currently in your room in your blankets. You refused to let him be in his room all lonely, so you had made a vow where you'd spend all the time Dean would need to get better. You were in the kitchen, making Dean some tomato-rice soup. He had told you that his mother made it for him when he was sick, so why shouldn't you? It was quite simple to make, so you nailed the soup, and brought Dean some hot chocolate. It just so happened that it was two days from Christmas when his immune system decided Dean should get sick. You walked into the room and put the food and beverage on the nightstand.
  "Hey Dean," you coo, and nudge Dean gently. Dean's eyes opened slowly and he smirked at you. "Hey sunshine-" Dean started to cough violently and you looked at him with sympathy. You crawled into the bed next to him, and reached towards the nightstand.
  "I made you some soup and hot chocolate," you said, and handed him the soup. Dean looked down at it happily and looked back up at you. "You didn't have to-"
  "Oh yes I did. I know you'd do the same for me, Winchester. Now eat." You said, and smiled at Dean. He rolled his eyes and ate a spoonful of the soup. Dean's eyes twinkled and he looked at you with adoration and sadness in his eyes.
  "Did you-"
  "Yeah, I did. I wanted you to feel like you were at home-"
  "It tastes just like hers, (Y/n). You did amazing," Dean smiled at you with glee and kissed your temple. "You're awesome, (Y/n). Can you hand me the hot chocolate?" You giggled when Dean tried to impersonate Sam's puppy eyes and you handed him the warm mug. Dean looked content, and happier than he's ever seemed, really. Well, happier than he was before you guys dated. You're his lifeline. He depends on you, and he loves you. Dean set the almost gone soup and empty mug on the nightstand next to him. You opened your arms. Dean looked up at you.
  "You sure? I don't want to get you sick..." Dean said. You rolled your eyes.
  "Dean, I don't care at this point. I only want you to get better, and not wallow in that room on yours. Now c'mere." You smiled, and Dean rolled his eyes, crawling into your embrace. Dean's head was on your upper chest, and his breathing was even. You played with Dean's hair while he breathed.
  "Try to sleep, Dean." You said, and Dean groaned.
  "But (Y/nnnnnn), I'm not ti-"
  "Big boys need their rest." You retorted, and scooted down so you an Dean were even. Dean wrapped his arms around you, and you did so also. Dean breathed into the crook of your neck and exhaled slowly. Then Dean chuckled.
  "Maybe I should get sick more often, Y/n)." Then, he fell asleep, and shortly after, you did too.

You and Dean haven't had a just fluff chapter, so why not?

~ZoeHerondale17